Κυριακή 17 Αυγούστου 2014

The love.

The ship was approaching the port. After eight hours of traveling, finally, she reached the land. She was in a hurry to catch the buss but she was surrounded by a big crowd of people. 
She sat in the front seat if the old buss. Funny thing, she thought, all those people stuffed into it, like the small pinkish seeds if a pomegranate. Families, couples, children. And the languages packed the one on top of the other. 
She managed to get out if the buss and the moment she passed the traffic lights she felt her pace to be faster; she was running towards the gate of the house. She past the garden and she reached to the stairs. Her heart was pumping the blood in and out too quickly. 
She was at the door. She knocked twice, like there was a code for it. He heard him standing up from his chair and heard the footsteps reaching the door. The door opened and there he was. With his big smile and his hands opened, craving a hug. 
She felt the anticipation and the rush floating into her veins. She has missed him so much that she almost collapsed when he hugged her. 

She was sure, she was in love.

Δευτέρα 11 Αυγούστου 2014

A trapped wasp

There is a wasp trapped in the fireplace. I keep watching it bouncing on the glass for two days now.
From my observations, first it got anxious then angry and lastly desperate. The wasp sees the light coming in from the glass and thinks that this is an exit. But it keeps bouncing on the glass.
The light is tricking the wasp that gradually gets tired of trying to escape. But it doesn't give up.
I'm wondering, is this how the human mind reacts when it's trapped or feeling cornered? Is this how we all try to escape reality? By getting tired of trying but at the same time not giving up?
You can never underestimate light. Light can lead you through the shit-whole you found yourself in or it can keep you there waiting for salvation, having the illusion that you nailed your big exit.
We, humans, bounce in the glass of our own prison every time we decide to do something new.
We are the boundaries that we build. We, ourslves, are the barriers of our existence, our capacity of achieving things, our ability to feel emotions.

We will never be free, but only the moment we decide to free our minds.

Finally, I set the wasp free. Wish I can do the same with my mind.